Qing Tong, whose sleeves were trailing to the ground, felt as if he was instantly shattered by a punch, and his figure was immediately split into two.
Qing Tong no longer had the extremely long sleeves and the ethereal fairy-like posture. Instead, a Yang God body appeared on the spot. He was an old man with a tall build, muscles in his arms, and beard and hair like snow, standing barefoot.
The old man showed a slightly surprised look on his face. He placed his feet on the ground as smooth as a mirror and walked straight back for more than ten feet before he stopped and shook his wrist.
Just such an ordinary and subtle movement is like a dragon shaking its scales, and the fist intention is like a raging river. It also displays a golden atmosphere visible to the naked eye. The fist fist is as thick as water and sparkles, setting off the
This old warrior, who claims to be half a god, stands like an immortal god in the mist of incense.
This Qing Tong, who has tempered the toughness of his physical body to the extreme, seems quite surprised at the moment. A pure martial artist who is only at the level of Zhimingqi, especially a tenth level martial artist who has fallen from the level of Guizhen, has such great power.
strength?
Qing Tong's eyes were filled with wonder, and he glanced into the distance, where the Night Sword was still hovering in place.
Obviously, it is a very pure question boxing.
Right.
Is it possible that a sword cultivator who is not at the Jade Pu Realm wants to ask an Ascension Realm cultivator about swordsmanship?
It's not about humiliating yourself.
Wearing a bright red robe, he stood at the spot where Qing Tong stood before, his sleeves fluttering and making a sound like the wind hitting his sleeves.
Compared with Qing Tong's fist intention, which was flowing and powerful, Chen Ping'an's fist intention seemed extremely restrained.
Qing Tong was not in a hurry to take action. There was no need to look for him by himself. This guy, who was neither human nor ghost, would come to his doorstep by himself.
To put it bluntly, given the huge gap between the two sides, Qing Tong could stand still and receive dozens of punches, and then he would only need to return a punch and that would be the end of it.
Since the young martial artist in front of him has no face, there is no way he can talk about his eyes or expression.
Qing Tong only saw the other party bowing slightly.
coming.
Qing Tong narrowed his eyes and slightly accelerated the circulation of pure Qi in his body. Then, in the mountains and rivers of the small world of the human body, a series of strange phenomena appeared, thunder and lightning intertwined in the sky, and the mountains and rivers of the earth trembled.
This is still Qingtong's failure to truly rise to the level of a god. He only has a prototype. To be precise, it is just an empty shell.
Once a warrior truly reaches the pinnacle of the legendary realm, his body becomes a pantheon, and the warrior's breath of pure Qi is the incense and fire path that connects heaven and earth and leads to the temple.
I am God.
Qing Tong relied on his accumulated hard work over time, adding up bit by bit, and after working hard for so long, he still had not laid a good foundation. Instead, he could only use a clever shortcut to build a loft in the sky.
The opponent's close route is an arc trajectory, so fast that it is like a white horse passing through the gap, and the afterimage dragged out is like a fire dragon.
Qing Tong, however, still stood where he was, but turned slightly sideways, without dodging, stretched out a palm to resist the opponent's punch.
When the fists and palms collided, a huge sound like a bell sounded in the world, and in the vast Taixu realm behind Qingtong, a fist-shaped ripple as big as a lake suddenly appeared.
Qing Tong grasped the opponent's fist, lifted it up suddenly, and was about to kick it out.
But Qingtong had to change his mind. The hand that was always behind his back suddenly moved around in front of him, raised his hand, and covered his face.
Then he was kicked in the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand hit his face hard. Qing Tong's figure instantly fell back again.
Qing Tong wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, and there were subtle sounds of silk tearing in the snow-white robe on his body.
Standing at Qingtong's original position again, he was dressed in a bright red robe. One arm drooped straight down, showing an eye-catching twist. His shoulders moved slightly, and the joints made a series of movements. The whole arm quickly rotated and returned to its original position in an instant.
The old man dressed in snow-white twitched the corners of his mouth and hooked his fingers.
Come again.
The figures of both parties suddenly appeared and then disappeared. The two fists smashed together, leaving countless afterimages, one bright red, the other snow white, filled with light, like hundreds of flowers.
Qingtong deliberately never really fought back, only parried.
I just took this opportunity to weigh and weigh how much a young hidden official who is almost being praised to the heavens weighs.
Qing Tong looked calm, tilted his head back, and avoided a sweeping whip kick. He leaned back slightly, then suddenly raised his arm and slashed away with his palm like a knife.
The opponent's figure flashed away. Qing Tong put away his palm, took a step sideways, stretched out more than a hundred feet in an instant, leaned forward with one shoulder, and violently knocked the bright red robe away.
Chen Pingan fell to the ground in the distance.
Qing Tong sneered.
After all, it is just a body of flesh and blood.
Although he is not at all depressed and is far from reaching the end of his strength, if Chen Ping'an only has this speed and strength of his fists and kicks, it will be difficult to live up to his reputation.
Of course, this guy must have some tricks up his sleeve, but he hasn't used them yet.
Qing Tong asked with a smile: "Do you want me to force myself to punch you?"
Or is it that this guy is holding on after eating enough to test his martial arts level, physical strength and the number of punches?
Chen Ping'an still didn't speak.
Qing Tong thought for a while and started to take the initiative to move for the first time. With a sideways movement as fast as thunder, he was ten miles away from the original place in an instant.
Unexpectedly, the person dressed in bright red followed him in front of him. Qing Tong was startled, smiled slightly, twisted his ankle, and appeared again ten miles away in an instant. Unexpectedly, the opponent was still following him, Qing Tong's figure rose up from the ground,
A white rainbow quickly rose into the sky, and his figure was 30% faster. However, Chen Ping'an still kept up with him, and punched Qing Tong between his eyebrows. If he was a Jade Pu Realm Qi Practitioner or a Terminator Martial Artist, he would probably be beaten.
With this seemingly indifferent punch, his head exploded and he turned into a headless corpse on the spot.
Qing Tong, however, just turned his head slightly, pressed his forehead with his palm, suddenly exerted force, and with a bang, a bright red robe fell to the ground, creating a huge depression in the mirror.
It's just that when the opponent was knocked down, it was not completely in vain. Qing Tong was a little annoyed, put his fingers together, pressed against the side of his cheek, and wiped away the blood.
In fact, it's not really an injury, it's just a bit embarrassing.
Qing Tong said something weird.
The opponent clearly showed no sign of forcing a breath of pure Qi, but he was able to turn back at a faster speed and punch himself.
Qing Tong tried to see clearly the mechanics of this punch. He narrowed his eyes and showed a serious expression for the first time. He began to carefully examine the subtle movements of the punch, such as the trembling of the muscles and bones of Chen Pingan's arm when he handed the punch.
, the movement of Qi and blood, the expansion of meridians, the ups and downs of these "mountains", and the direction of the mountains and rivers, in the eyes of the great masters of martial arts, it is the path of boxing, the path of the boxing intention. Compared with the so-called fancy boxing moves,
This kind of boxing theory and boxing technique hidden deep in the human body is the true foundation of a pure martial artist.
After receiving five or six punches, Qing Tong still couldn't clearly see the punch path, but he vaguely felt that Chen Pingan's punch had profound meaning and was indescribable.
Done in one go.
Because this punch is by no means a simple "repeated" punch with the same move.
Just like describing words, no matter how similar they are, at the end of the day, they are still two words, and there are always some subtle differences.
And a slight difference is a thousand miles of difference.
What's even more weird is that the angle of Chen Pingan's punch and body posture are obviously different.
But the flow rate of that pure Qi is like a river rushing to the sea. The depth, width and width of the river bed are also the same. Keep the same to cope with the changes, and do the opposite. It will be ever-changing but always the same.
Just like this punch, the destination is the same estuary.
Even the spirit of Chen Pingan who threw this punch was exactly the same as that of Chen Pingan who punched before, without any deviation.
This made Qing Tong not only surprised and shocked, but also had a big surprise.
Can you still practice boxing like this? Can you still deliver punches like this?
After only a dozen punches, Qing Tong realized something was wrong. Why did he feel like there was no end to this punch?
Is it true that as long as he can bear it, Chen Pingan can keep punching?
Not only did the opponent's punches superimpose, but the figure in the bright red robe was getting faster and faster, moving around and around, and it was already as fast as a sage.
The punches were not in vain, and dozens of winter thunder explosions were heard on Qingtong's body.
After the twentieth punch, Qing Tong had to grit his teeth and take a step back. For the first time, he opened a serious ancient boxing frame. It was just that it was very different from today's stand. The two fingers were held together like swords.
Jue, with the other hand, use five fingers to pinch the Five Thunder Jue. With this fist, the seven orifices of Qing Tong's face actually lit up with a gleam of light, like the seven rays of the Big Dipper intersecting. When he screamed, it was like thunder in the wild, and he punched out in an instant.
.
Exchange punches with Chen Pingan.
However, he still failed to interrupt the opponent's continuous punches. Qing Tong received five more punches in succession. However, Qing Tong was not idle. He hesitated slightly and only returned two punches to Chen Ping'an.
He really doesn't believe in evil. You, Chen Pingan, are a martial artist with strong physical strength and toughness. You have received a total of six punches from yourself. Coupled with Chen Pingan's punching technique, the punch itself will damage the martial artist's own physique.
To be continued...